Noble F4

Since Yu Fuli had seen it, she naturally wouldn't push the door open directly.

He was pondering how to open the door stylishly and gracefully dodge when the headmaster's voice suddenly came from behind him: "Teacher Yu, what are you doing standing at the door?"

Before he could finish speaking, the head of the teaching department stepped forward, his hand moving faster than his mind, and pushed open the slightly ajar door.

"Wait—" Yu Fuli's words caught in her throat.

Whoosh—!

A basin of ice-cold water was poured down, precisely drenching the head of the teaching department.

What's even more incredible is that the iron basin landed squarely on his head with a loud thud.

The classroom erupted in a deafening roar of laughter that seemed to lift the roof off.

In an instant, Yu Fuli moved.

He stepped forward, not to help the disheveled headmaster, but to reach out and catch the basin of water that was about to fall from the headmaster's head and hit the ground again.

Yu Fuli turned around, her face expressionless, her gaze calmly sweeping over the faces that still held traces of laughter.

He said nothing, but gently placed the wet basin on the podium by the door, making a soft "knock".

The dean of students was soaked to the bone, his expensive suit jacket clung to his body, his hair was still dripping wet, his face turned from white to red, then from red to green, and his chest heaved violently, clearly he was furious.

He wiped the water off his face, his finger trembling as he pointed at the student:

"Who did this?! Step forward!!"

The classroom was completely silent. The students either lowered their heads or looked away, but most of them wore indifferent expressions, as if they were watching a good show.

Several well-dressed noblemen even exchanged mocking glances.

"Director Wang, please go back and change your clothes. Be careful not to catch a cold. I'll take care of things here."

Director Wang abruptly turned to look at him, his eyes filled with anger and displeasure: "Give it to you? Look at the class you've put in charge! Completely lawless!"

"That's precisely why we need teachers, isn't it? Maintaining discipline is my duty. If you act like this... it will be even harder for you to maintain your authority."

That hit the nail on the head.

Looking at his dripping body and then at the suppressed mocking gazes below the stage, Director Wang completely lost face.

He glared at Yu Fuli, then glanced around the classroom, leaving behind the words, "You better handle this!" before disappearing quickly down the corridor, looking disheveled and sporting that ridiculous hairstyle.

The door closed again.

Yu Fuli walked to the back of the podium but didn't speak immediately.

He picked up the chalk, turned around, and wrote his name on the blackboard.

"Yu, Fu, Li." He read it aloud, put down the chalk, dusted off his hands, and said, "For the foreseeable future, I will be your homeroom teacher."

The audience remained silent, but countless eyes were fixed on him—some scrutinizing, some provocative, some indifferent, and some curious.

"What happened just now," Yu Fuli's gaze swept across the class again, lingering briefly on the faces of a few students with the most flamboyant expressions, "was mediocre in creativity, passable in execution, but had a negative sense of responsibility for the consequences. A typical childish trick; I didn't even do this kind of thing when I was in elementary school."

"You!" A boy with chestnut-colored hair suddenly stood up, his face filled with anger at being slighted.

Yu Fuli ignored him and instead walked to the window. In the corner of the last row by the window, a slender figure sat alone, out of place with the surrounding noise.

He kept his head down, with an old, curled-edge book lying open in front of him. He didn't even lift his head once, as if the farce that had just happened had nothing to do with him.

The system notification sounded softly: "Key figure detected—Lin Xun."

Yu Fuli stopped beside that seat.

He bent his finger and tapped the table.

"This student."

The boy slowly raised his head.

He revealed a clean but excessively pale face, his eyes calm and still, like a still, ancient well.

He looked at Yu Fuli without panic or curiosity, only a deep, unfathomable silence.

"Just now," Yu Fuli asked, her voice barely audible to the two of them, "did you see who put the basin there?"

All eyes in the classroom instantly turned to him.

Lin Xun pursed his lips slightly, his deep, well-like eyes meeting Yu Fuli's gaze, and remained silent for a few seconds.

Then, he lowered his eyelashes and looked back at the pages of the book in front of him, his voice so low it was almost inaudible:

"……No."

An answer that was not surprising at all.

If Lin Xun were to reveal who did it, she would likely face bullying from the entire class, and even hostility from all students in the school who are grade C or above.

Yu Fuli looked at his thick eyelashes that had drooped again, but did not ask any further questions. She simply nodded very lightly.

"it is good."

He straightened up and walked back to the front of the podium, as if he had just asked a regular classroom question.

The whole class's eyes were still fixed on Lin Xun, but were pulled back as he moved.

He said no.

Yu Fuli faced the whole class, and as soon as she finished speaking, her arm rose without warning, her fingertips pointing steadily to the last row of seats by the window.

The young man wore a silver-white mask with intricate patterns and had striking long hair. His school badge, hanging on his chest, had a bright "S" on it.

"So, this student wearing a mask," Yu Fuli's voice was exceptionally clear in the deathly silent classroom, "can you tell the teacher who put the water basin there?"

"Whoosh—!"

After a brief moment of stunned silence, the class erupted in an even greater commotion than before. Almost all the students turned their heads, their faces filled with astonishment and disbelief, to look at the composed new teacher on the podium.

Is this person crazy?

How dare they provoke that person?!

Several girls quickly pulled out their phones, their fingers swiping across the screen in blurry motions.

[Anonymous school forum: Breaking news! The new homeroom teacher of Class F has gone mad! He actually dared to question Ye Dian to his face?!]

The moment the post was published, a flood of reply notifications rang out.

"Ding! Key figure detected: One of the F4 members, Night Palace - Yunbai."

Under the intense gaze of countless eyes, the silver-white mask slowly rose. The gaze behind the mask pierced through half the classroom, meeting Yu Fuli's eyes.

His eyes were extremely indifferent, as if they were shrouded in an impenetrable layer of cold mist, or as if they contained nothing at all.

The mask perfectly concealed all expressions, leaving only the cold, gorgeous metallic curves.

"no."

When Yun Bai spoke, his voice was as cold and distant as his personality, revealing no emotional fluctuations.

"Oh?" Yu Fuli raised an eyebrow, seemingly unsurprised by the answer.

He withdrew his hand and rubbed his temples as if in distress. "They all say they didn't see it... This is going to be difficult."

He sighed, his gaze slowly sweeping over the faces that were tense, amused, or uneasy, finally revealing a seemingly helpless expression.

"Since no one in the class saw it and can provide any clues, then as a group, we should all share a small share of the responsibility."

He paused, and amidst the sudden, breathless gaze of everyone, he announced clearly and calmly:

"Everyone, five points will be deducted from your usual performance score."

"hiss--!"

A series of gasps filled the classroom, interspersed with low groans and incredulous exclamations.

Five points will be deducted from your participation grade! In Saint Laurent's strict credit system, this is almost equivalent to a serious warning!

This was a devastating blow, especially for students whose grades were already precarious.

Saint Laurent values ​​students' academic performance, otherwise he wouldn't have recruited so many special students.

For these students from noble families, graduating from Saint Laurent was just one step in their perfect life, but failing to graduate was a matter of face, and they would be ridiculed by everyone.

Normally, they would definitely teach the person who caused them to lose points a lesson, but now it's Yunbai who caused them to lose points.

Who would dare to provoke him?

Don't you want to live anymore?

That's the most mysterious and unapproachable of the four S-class beings!